A/N: This'll be the sorting from all different perspectives. One might even be the hats. But, as I was saying, this'll be from everyones perspective; Neville, Dumbledore, James Sirius, James, Lily Luna, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Draco and a ton more. I apologize for any misspellings, my miscrosoft word software is malfunctioning slightly. I've altered the course a bit as to where as soon as the hat is placed on Draco's head it doesn't scream "SLYTHERIN" but pauses to delve a bit deeper.
The sorting of Draco Malfoy.
The young blonde boy glanced around at his surroundings, they were very grand indeed. It seemed as if the entire hall was the prodegy of a set designer. Malfoy sneered a bit, he was used to this kind of scenery, being pure-blood and all. He could hear Potter and the blood traitor discussing what house they'd like to be sorted into.
The platinum blonde growled slightly as he heard the ginger throw snide remarks about Slytherin into the conversation, but quickly composed himself and stood a little taller. He couldn't expect a Weasley to know anything about which house is superior, so he wouldn't let it bother him much.
"Malfoy, Draco" That batty old Proffesor McGonagall had announced Draco's name. Draco stood a bit taller as he swaggered over to the stool on which all of the previous first years had been seated while they were sorted. Malfoy was subtly disgusting at the prospect of placing his bottom where blood traitors and mudbloods alike had perched, but none the less, he sat.
McGonagall lowered the hat onto his head and immediantly a gruff voice was whispering in his ear.
"Oh my- another Malfoy! I knew I'd been seeing one of you in the near future. Let's see here... cunning, sly, a need to prove yourself to your family, a thirst for fame; recognition."
Malfoy smirked at the hats words, all of these were perfect words to fit his perfect pure blood personality.
The sorting hats voice changed into a mocking tone as it continued, "Ahh- pig-headed, arrogant."
Why you- "Slytherin!" the sorting hat bellowed.
Draco's ears had turned red and he stood promptly from the stool, shoving his way through the crowd to the table of cheering Slytherins.
A/N: So, I'd love some constructive critisism. But; please do not point out spelling/grammer mistkes. I rely souly on Microsoft for that and they have let me down. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and I will need 2 to continue to the next sorting(: Have a nice day/afternoon/night.